you
ignored me
and then you
had the nerve to
say it was all still love
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoesíaNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
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you
ignored me
and then you
had the nerve to
say it was all still love
